According to the observations of the security guard on duty at Zhixin Magazine, people began to frequently enter and exit the Heritage Protection Association before dawn.
Cao Jialin took Dong Xiaoming and his apprentice through the alley behind the art compound, passing through countless remote alleys along the way, and finally arrived at No. 27 Hexi Street.
Along the way, Cao Jialin was complaining with dissatisfaction.
"It's okay. They didn't even inform me in advance. These people just know how to make trouble for me."
Dong Xiaoming said honestly: "Master, you have been a gatekeeper for more than ten years, and the door has become rusty because of you. Today is a rare occasion!" His conscience would not allow him to tell a lie.
Cao Jialin glanced at his apprentice dimly, "Don't you know I've been researching pop music lately?"
"I know! But being a janitor is your main job."
"Oh! I thought your main job was to move props for people." Cao Jialin said sarcastically, "Oh, right! Now you are the older brother of the newcomer Guan Jibai."
Dong Xiaoming has long been accustomed to his master's sarcasm. Not only is he not angry, he would even be uncomfortable if his master stopped bullying him one day!
"Master, Xiaobai is very pitiful." Dong Xiaoming blinked sincerely, "I promised Xiaobai that I will protect her from now on."
He must have been blind when he took in an apprentice.
"If you were sold one day, you would still be counting money for them!"
"Master, every time you sold me, I helped you count the money," Dong Xiaoming said honestly. "Luckily, you have a formal job now, so I can avoid being sold by you. Do you know? Every time you sold me and let me come back on my own, I felt so sorry for you."
Cao Jialin once again cursed himself in his heart for being blind to accept such an evil disciple.
As they chatted, they quickly entered the lobby of the Heritage Protection Association. They were greeted by Cao Jialin's niece, Cao Xiaohua, a vibrant young woman of seventeen or eighteen.
Cao Xiaohua works at the Heritage Protection Association. He has a formal position, basic salary and subsidies, and is no different from ordinary workers.
At this time, Cao Xiaohua was talking to a tall girl with short, student-like hair. When she saw her uncle coming, she immediately said something to him and ran over.
"What's the matter? Why are you so anxious to send someone over here?"
Cao Xiaohua excitedly tugged at his uncle's sleeve, shaking it vigorously. "Uncle, the people from the Miracle Hermit Society are here today. There are so many big guys here. Oh my god! I'm so excited. Do you know who I saw? Oh my god! You will never guess. You will never guess it even if you die."
Cao Jialin wanted to beat his niece to death.
But Dong Xiaoming was an honest man, so he cooperated and asked, "Who did you see?"
"He Zongyan, it's He Zongyan." Cao Xiaohua was so excited that he almost fainted. "It's him! Oh my God! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could I have believed that the war hero who was long rumored to have died was not dead. He...he is the one. The He family's power has not been cut off at all. He...he is the leader of this generation of the He family..."
Cao Xiaohua was so excited that he was incoherent and gestured for a long time.
Cao Jialin frowned, not feeling his niece's excitement at all, but instead thinking a lot.
Dong Xiaoming scratched his head and it took him a long time to react, "Isn't He Zongyan the major who died while commanding the Southern Xinjiang War more than ten years ago? He is not dead!" He is a famous combat hero, and people still go to offer flowers and commemorate him every Qingming Festival!
He is a role model in the hearts of countless people, and his deeds have inspired a generation of young people.
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